Bill the Frog: How about this? Ocean Breeze Soap: It's just like taking an ocean cruise, only there's no boat and you don't actually go anywhere.
SOD McKinley: I don't give a flying handshake what your name is.
Job: Don't worry, Mister. You'll be safe here. Isaac and Malachai don't know about this place.
Burt Robeson: Enough! Who are Isaac and Malachai?
Job: Isaac started the whole thing. He's a boy preacher who came to this town three years ago. At nine-years-old back then, he had a charming way that appealed to all the kids and teens like us to follow him with his own teachings of the bible and of the Old Testiment. But me and Sarah thought he was just plain weird.
Alex Rogan: Hold it! There's no fleet? No Starfighters, no plan? One ship, you, me, and that's it?
Grig: Exactly! Xur thinks you're still on Earth. Classic military strategy, surprise attack.
Alex Rogan: It'll be a slaughter.
Grig: That's the spirit.
Alex Rogan: No, my slaughter! One ship against the whole Armada?
Grig: Yes, one Gunstar against the Armada. I've always wanted to fight a desperate battle against incredible odds.
Victor Frankenstein: People are weird.
Officer O'Clancy: No way, you're wasting your time.
Cigar Face: That's where you're wrong. YOU'RE wasting our time. And now we're gonna waste you.
Joe Wade: Sooner or later there's gonna be too much rain, or too much drought, or too much corn... I can wait.
Luther: I watch, I look, I listen. I'm watching you now.
Ramsay: Right. What's on your mind, Luther.
Luther: You're standing by the desk punching buttons on the console, trying to trace this call, which won't do shit! Because I'm calling from a mobile phone. Now you're looking around... Now you're cupping your hand over the receiver.
Ramsay: He's tapped into the closed-circuit TV.
A.J. 'The Reverend' Shepherd: What are you trying to hide?.. You saw it. You saw the monster.
Wilson: Is that what you're going to tell the papers? That you're afraid of monsters?
A.J. 'The Reverend' Shepherd: That's exactly what I'm gonna tell them if you don't fill me in.
Radio announcer: President Ford, in his foreign policy speech, hardly referred to Cambodia... except to say that, as of now, it may be too late.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: It's unbelievable, the director has actually torn up a huge section of my music. They say I have to rewrite the opera. But it's perfect as it is! I can't rewrite what's perfect.
Bernice: What you want for dinner?
Odell: You mean, what do I want, or what do I want that you can cook?
Bernice: Well, in that case, where are you taking me?
Odell: Yeah, what do you want to have?
Bernice: You mean, what do I want, or what do I want that you can afford?
Nick De Angelo: Don't make this a personal thing, Colin.
Colin Gilchrist Fisher: But it is personal. Isn't it?
Deborah Gelly: Age can wither me, Noodles. We're both getting old. All that we have left now are our memories. If you go to that party on Saturday night, you won't have those anymore. Tear up that invitation.
Ninfa, Whore at Marguerita's: I am the best French kisser in Chile Verde.
Abel Wood: If I come across a Frenchman, I'll be sure to let him know.
Ruby Engels: What happened to you Mr. Tyler? How did you become someone so... dangerous?
Ham Tyler: You make it back safely and I'll tell you the story of my life.
Ruby Engels: I have a hunch that's worth coming back for.
Regina Belmont: Come on Hector, the MAC-10 submachine gun was practically designed for housewives.
Lucy Lane: All you need is a couple of streaks and your ears pierced. I could do it for you, it's easy. You just get a needle, heat it up, dab it with some alcohol, and zap! The guys go crazy.
Linda Lee: My ears what?
Lucy Lane: Pierced. Like and you know, I take a needle, and then I heat it up, dab it with some alcohol and, zap, all the guys go crazy.
Linda Lee: Because I have holes in my ears?
Lucy Lane: What, are you putting me on? Sometimes I can't figure you out, Linda.
David Byrne: Thanks! Does anybody have any questions?